live all over the place
that fan in your cancer, held back by violet feathers
a soft eye looking upward/mobile
honey
don't you hear me? can you
broken tables cracked from ice melt, strange song
glossy black chokehold
choking on sunchips on sunchards
borders within smell of stung bee dung
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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